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Monday, July 28, 2014

Summer Survival: Year Six: Entry Two

The natives are restless...It has been a weird season at our camp. We have yet to break off and do many fun things just us beyond hanging with the family, relax just us, or be spontaneous. We do have plans, but nothing concrete yet...The natives know we are in transition, but the stress in our camp is outrageous. The natives are at each other like crazy! Neither can say anything without the other taking offense. Both complain endlessly. I am confused and weary of all of the complaining and whining. Earlier this evening, I said our camp felt like it was full of dynamite and would explode at any time. That Man agreed, but the natives just offered to light the fuse. One native is still working on summer school and is stressed beyond reason. The other native is bored out of her head. The clock is ticking for school to start and while one native is excited and ready to do school shopping, the other has yet to have a break and does not even want to discuss...We are a quandary camp.... We have ten days of the summer school camp to get through. I hope we will live. And that my house doesn't get blown up. Oy! Tonight was insane. We had the grand-native and he was so cute and funny, but crazy wound up. The natives here were like bee stings to each other and us - complaining, judging, making remarks and complaining about things we have already discussed and decided on. I am weary. So very weary. I am hopeful the next few weeks ease up and we get some stress removal here before the educational camp begins...The bottom line is that all natives, including the senior ones, need the beach! Behave!

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Born a mermaid to a poor merman family, I was set adrift at an early age to make my own way in the world. Thanks to a spell by a semi-evil woodland elf, I earned my land legs and eventually learned to walk upright. I met my Knight in Shining Armor when he rescued me from a band of wild gypsies and we're living happily ever after. Living on land is far better than surviving on coral and the shells of discarded horseshoe crabs, though at times I still long for the sea.